It was requested by Law Enforcement that I keep a log, perhaps due to the fact that reporting crime has become dangerous, and because many people have died, or been silenced while trying to do so. Most of this work was written to protect and defend my children, but I can only share what I've been told to do, and document the outcomes of these strategies in the hope that they will work others as well. Adaptations that we are currently unfamiliar with may develop from our ongoing reports, and I believe we will see through the adversity regardless of how fowl the obstructions of justice may become. You'll find the core teaching at: People Teaching Spiritual Survival Skills.

Recent Events

Thanksgiving Day Eve: My Lion Server was live because my remote crashed due to lack of disk space, and as I was updating the IP, someone locked me out of my machine from the outside. I've finally had to dismantle the Mac Apache, and am now operating on Linux.

11-5-18: Made arrangements to meet with a counselor online, and was disrupted by a client not normally demanding of my time as I tried to meet with her, and while making arrangments to meet with her.

8-7-18: Backed up a fresh copy of my Lion Server for the safety deposit box (Apple doesn't provide account access anymore because it can no longer provide access to Mac OS 10.7.5).

7-15-18: Deposited a check sent by Fed Ex to establish a Fund for the Missions and the very next day, it was confiscated with claims of fraud.

7-11-18: Called my network hosting company to inquire about unanswered, and/or missing mail, and compromises to my mail server and was cut off by an automated survey.

6-17-18: Found a wallet on the street next to my home, and returned it to the owner in a building down the street.

1962-1964: Sex conduct ends my parents marriage. I adapt to pressures I don't understand, ear aches lead to surgery etc. I remember taking comfort from my Mother in her rocking chair, but am compounded by knowledge of the fact that it was her sex conduct that may have disturbed me (A calypso singer comforted my Mother during their stay in the islands).

1968-69: My Step-Father tickles around the neck and chokes us when we laughed. We had to kiss his likeness of a black man before going to bed (He used his tongue and upper lip to create the impression of fat lips and required us to kiss him before going to bed).

1969-71: When digging out my Scoutmaster's basement by hand, working on the Farm during the summers and shingling the roof at home, my Step-Father introduces me to beer. "Work like a man, drink like a man" he'd say, and I was proud of my new privilege.

1970-72: My Step-Father displays his erection in front us while working on my Uncle's farm. While I don't remember what happened after the initial shock of the incident, we prayed the Rosary that night, and I took my reports of that incident and others to therapy.

Sometime between 1973-75: Required to provide a colonic to my litte brother. While it was an unpleasant task after work and I was already tired, he had no shame in the matter (he said: "Mom always does this for me."), and I promptly forgot about it.

1975: Required to strip in the mudroom before going to my room.

1975: Approached from behind by my Step-Father with an erection while putting my dirty clothes in the laundry.

1975/76: Interrogated by my Step-Father repeatedly asking "why do you leave the lights on?" (presumably to fault me for his prying eye).

Summer 1975: Felt up by my boss while working on the sod farm (perhaps to determine what, if anything, was untoward about my brother's colonic).

1976: Beaten by the side-kick of the 'boss' who felt me up.

Summer 1978: Lost all my belongings when I returned home for a weekend with the family (The thief defecated in my hardhat, and wiped with one of my socks).

Summer 1979 or so: Discussed concerns about my Step-Father with my Uncle (his brother a Catholic Priest), and he motioned with his eyes an invitation to join him in my bed.

Fall 1981 or so: Medicated on tranquilizers and home from College, I was asked to keep an eye on my brother while my parents were out. Before leaving, my Mother asked me to make sure to get him to bed by 10:30. When he refused to do so, I struck him to enforce mother's order.

1984/87: Placed in an apartment with an HIV infected person. When hospitalized by recurring trauma, a biohazard sign is hung on my door. The resulting conflicts lead to an extremely negative diagnosis.

1989: My child is removed from her mother at birth in July of 1989. While trying to adjudicate parental rights, a witness at the county court said I would 'cut her ears off'. And, after returning from the hospital my partner (and my daughter's mother) told me that an Officer told her that 'white stuff' was found her sometime during the hospital stay.

1990: Committed while trying to secure our daughter's return after the County's removal from her mother.

1994: Sued for child support by the mother of my second daughter in a County by long-arm petition from my Home town County Court.

1996: Am organized in an effort to close a Hospital by ending county based referrals for the death of 3 patients due to improper use of restraints.

1993-1997: Because my reports to Medical Personel fell on deaf ears, I sought help from my own family. One of my children was aborted, another abused by a visitor in her home, and the third is adapting with a sex change.

1996: Recruited to work as Self Advocacy Coordinator defending patients in facilities for the Criminally Insane and Gravely Disabled, to bring Problem Solving Training and Peer/Self Advocacy to committed patients.

October 1998: Encountered a Hate Crime Scene while traveling back to deal with my daughters confessions about questionable permissions in her home.

Fall 1998: Tried to reach my Daughter's family, and investigate the circumstances she reported despite resistance I encountered while trying to do so.

Committed while bringing her confessions to bear - allegations of someone she thought to be her father, charges she made of someone when I was living in another State. I've never met her, though I made sincere efforts to do so with, and without external support.

1998/99: I reported anything that might have led to murder, retaliation or abuse - County by County - as accurately as my memory could provide, including:

My work as a Peer/Self Advocacy Coordinator in the Health Care System.

Reports I provided to the Mental Health System at home during the 80's and 90's before I went to another live in another State.

Reports I made to members of the Church, and Mentors including members of Anonymous Fellowships during the 80's and 90's.

Other circumstances of my work and history, including work that might have been perceived as threatening, such as my activism, and/or participation in civil disobedience.

1999/2000: Filed a Federal District Court Case to resolve those issues, and others though I was poorly prepared to do so.

2001: Placed in an apartment above the building boiler room and next to the laundry room. 10 - 12 dryers were directly across the wall from me. The temperature in my room with the heat off in the winter was over 110°F, and I was not allowed to open the window or use my air conditioner vent to cool it off.

August 2004: Raped at gunpoint by someone who asked for help.

July 2008: Lost a full time job while dealing with the the first of several Malware attacks.

November 2008 - July 2009 Beaten by a woman who wouldn't leave my home.

Neurologists lied about my HGH results in 2011 resulting in my own clinical trials. Resulting conflicts lead to an attempted law suit.

August 2011: My car and motorcycle (both gifts from my brother) are trashed and ticketed on the streets. The garage I used is blocked off by 4 or 5 minivans at all times, and the next door neighbor complains about driving on his yard while trying to access the parking spot I had arranged. The minivans windows get smashed, setting me up, and I park on the street. A condom is tied to the handlebars, tail lights broken off, headlamp cracked etc. I cover my bike and the police ticket me for covering my license plate.

October 28th 2011: My life is threatened by a client who asked me to build a website for him and his organization shortly after asking for payment.

November 2011: (roughly 6 days later) After moving out of my old residence in order to secure a safer place for my vehicles and myself, a close friend and mentor dies unexpectedly. He was in the room when my life was threatened a week before.

November 2011: My bird dies while waiting for me to return with food from yet another attempt to help someone in trouble, and my grief motivates to write everything out. Over 10 people have died in my close circle while trying to be helpful, and I no longer trust myself enough to continue without closer scrutiny.

November 2011: A friend from a group I attend asks me to have a birthday party for her daughter that very day. Though I am not prepared to do so, I agree.

December - Present: Intentional disruptive and harassing noise disturbs my peace at home night and day.

The neighbor upstairs has guests who are not on the lease staying there, drug use is visible, and she claims her Developmentally Disabled son is causing the noise.

My neighbor across the hall complains of the same circumstances, and refers to a fellow by the name of 'woods' who she claims is intentionally trying to get Section 8 Tenants out of the building.

January 2013: Unable to secure health care due to harassment and obstructions, I refuse to continue seeking services.

Spring 2013: I am asked to leave my apartment right after I receive an award for a law suit, sabotaging my opportunity to invest wisely.

May 2013: Just after moving into my new home, a second serious set of Malware attacks brings my business to a complete stop.

June 2013: While trying to repair the damage to my sites and my business, my power gets cut off, leaving me without internet access and inadequate ventilation.

When the power is reconnected, my internet service is disrupted despite the service connection I paid for, and I am forced to work in coffee shops.

June 2013: While trying to manage the crisis and develop two new sites for two new clients, I am trespassed from the coffee shop where went to get internet access, and I loose access to half of my building, including the loading docks I need to move my belongings in and out.

December 2013 - Present: Smoke from the use of drugs in an apartment upstairs vents into my bathroom. I called the police, notified the landlord, and talked to the neighbors myself, but the people involved were not legitimate tenants, and the violations continued.

November 2014: In order to attempt to keep the peace, I went to work on reroutes for acceptable use of questionable practices as granted by the Complementary Health Care Act, which defines the guidelines for the practice of Massage, Bodywork and/or Alternative Medicine: Please see: Bill of Rights

October 2014: Drug use in my apartment building results in conflicts with neighbors and building management. Because they can't admit its occurring without doing something about the problem, over a years worth of reporting falls on deaf ears. With winter approaching, there is nowhere to retreat from the toxic air, and toxic people, but I was given permission to keep the windows open and the heat off.

June 2014: Accused of failing to pay the rent, Property Managers threaten me with eviction if I don't pay roughly two months rent past due within three days; rent that had already been paid.

April 2014: After spending roughly a year writing a mission to deal with anger and frustration in our community, establishing a place for the project fails because the Church can't allow our clients on church property without an escort.

February 2014: The noise of diesel engines, low frequency vibrations and switching in the furnace/air conditioning room is difficult to tolerate, and work and sleep are intentionally disrupted by these disturbances.

Early May 2015: Left my apartment and camped in a community garden on 5th Avenue. Soaked my phone which took months to rebuild.

Late May 2015: Unable to continue sleeping in my lean-to because RVs are ramming it at night.

Early June: Went to the East to look for a new place to live.

June: Received an award while homeless and unable to defend myself for the second time.

July 2015: A woman asked for change, and gave it to an intoxicated guy in the back of the bus. I complained about the event and got off the bus. A guy got off the bus with me and reached for a gun to silence my complaint.

Late July 2015: Lost wallet; Shortly later: While waiting at the train station, and establishing an internet connection by tethering it to my phone, a guy with a crew of three asks me if the credit cards he has are mine. I get up to check, and left my iPad behind while trying to determine if the cards are mine.

July 2015: Gunfire at my campsite becomes persistent and threatening (young men were firing handguns by the beach, but rifle shots with long range trajectories disturbed me), so I move to a cliff by the river, by my friend's old place.

Friday 7/17/15: A guy gets out of a brand new Titan van (no license plate) with a breaker bar and approaches me as I approach a bus stop. He leaves as I continue to approach.

Saturday, 7/18/15: A guy pulled out a knife as he walks by saying: "You should have bought a soda or something" after stopped at a coffee shop without buying anything (there was no on at the counter).

Early August 2015: Lost my backup drive and my blue tooth head set. Later found headset in my locker after making sure it wasn't there.

8/3/15: Noticed my receipts and documentation for new equipment were missing from my storage locker.

8/5/15: Got locked out of my post office box. Talked to the manager who gave me a new key, saying it was the only one left (it did not match mine), and found a bill in the box which said I didn't need to make a payment until 9-30-15. Also found another address listed on my account that I don't have while investigating the situation.

September 2015: After repeatedly trying to gain access to my ISP's business account, a Business Account Representative told me my account doesn't exist.

9-12-15: Shocked with 110 V running through my keyboard and workstation in my new office. Paid $250.00 to replace the case and use a new power supply.

While moving my things out of a Storage Unit, an employee came out of the maintenance room wielding a knife to let me know that I couldn't use the ramp with the dolly.

10-15-15: An electrical fire fried my battery backup power supply on extension cords. Had to replace my surge protectors and cords to replace the battery backup. (The resulting failed outlets had not been repaired since I was shocked at my keyboard, so I only had one functioning outlet to use in my $450 room.)

11-5-15: Almost all of my reserves from another Country were required to pay my past due storage locker bill. I used the rest to replace my fried electronics with a more durable solution and the resulting low balance required me to close an account I've tended carefully since 2007.

11-26-15: Filed the third request to terminate my Health Care Insurance payment. My income has been compromised by the premium, and making efforts to obtain health insurance required three copies of everything I needed to provide, and several visits to accomplish. Because I suspected them of Fraud, I refused to continue to do so.

Feb 19th: had a fight in a local shelter. Recorded the event with my phone.

3-5-16: Found psych-meds in my room at a hotel. (I guess that was some kind of suggestion).

3-10-16: Took photos of blackmail / extortion attempts etc., incidents I described in a Civil Suit that was called frivolous, and written off in 2000.

3-13-16: Cleaned up my camp, the warm weather melted enough snow to dig out and rebuild my tent and camo shelter. Found duct tape, several pairs of used rubber gloves, a dirty condom and a used needle along with all the usual trash - not a reassuring sign. I didn't see any of that stuff there before.

3-23-16: Heard 3 murder confessions in the last 3-4 days, and a proposition from someone yesterday. Some of the folks in shelters are working themselves up all day.

4-23-16: Accused of Racism, I was hit from behind while walking away from the accusers. Woke up on the ground face down. Walked to an Emergency Room, and have been trying to recover my vision and motor coordination since then.

9-27-16: Filed a claim with the Board of Reparations to pay for the health care services and recover losses to my business.

11-3-16: Threatened by someone at my grocery store.

11-4-16: Told to keep my mouth shut by another person on the Avenue.

11-7-16: Reported the incidents to the Police.

11-8-16: Reported the incidents to a Rape and Crisis Hotline.

11-12-16: Shared the incidents, the reports, and my updates online with DPS.

11-23-16: Hit up for money at my public transit station by a couple talking about lewd behavior.

12-22-16: A neighbors complaint about noise, and what they think is marijuana prevents me from smudging (cedar and sage) my new home. I carpeted my floor with scraps from the local building project to try to minimize the noise in my apartment for the tenant below who complained.

12-28-16: What seems like automobile exhaust venting from my air ducts, and a high amount of traffic in my hallway leads to what sounds like intentional use of the door latches to mimic rifle or gun actions as a form of harassment.

12-30-16: Neighbor knocks on my door loudly late at night. I go out to check what has happened after I get dressed. Another neighbor is playing loud music and smoking dope downstairs.

3-7-17: My neighbor's mail is in my mailbox.

3-15-17: Someone by my name has a profile photo on Facebook of himself carrying a baseball bat wrapped with nylon cord as if he were preparing to take violent action (I unintentionally hit my next door neighbor with a souvenir baseball bat when I was 7 or 8 because I didn't look carefully enough before practicing my swing).

4-8-17: Told to get a job by a passer by as I'm walking to an AA meeting. A few minutes later referred to as someone who goes to meetings to get money.

5-13-17: Harassed about yet another death in our community for the 6th or 7th time by the same person.

5-20-17: Someone carved holes in my shoes while I was out (already aware of these kinds of trespasses, I keep most of my valuables locked up).

6-3-17: An automatic deduction from my bank account to pay for health care insurance I can't use due to whistleblower status robs me of my rent money.

6-15-17: Called a crisis hotline about stalking in my home. Two guys on the Light Rail train were dancing and displaying themselves in front of me the next day.

6-24-17: Three guys outside my door talking about anal sex blocked my entry after taking out the trash. As I waited out of sight, I heard one of them talk about trying my door.

7-11-17: Found a cardboard box propping open the security door on my floor.

8-7-17: Found a carpet nail in my bicycle tire after attending a meeting at my local church.

8-8-17: Talked to the Public Safety officer at the same church.

8-25-17: Threatened by an old friend of mine who said a whole bunch of us think your crazy. (He was in a mental health drop in center when he said so.)

8-28-17: Bit by a dog on the way to see my wife. The owner of the dog used the word 'Superman' as I rode past, and the dog bit the back of my leg pretty badly.

8-28-17: Someone parked a trailer in the parking lot of my building, and I told him he couldn't park there. He said, he had furniture for his daughter, and that he was going to sit there until his daughter came out.

9-3-17: Someone stole my bike while was in a meeting at my local church. I called the police and made out a police report.

12-7-17: Harassment leads to a violent attack, and claims of fraud motivate a legal defense by one of the leaders in our community.

11-5-17: Telephoned by campaign supporters 4 times in the past week asking me to vote in the Church building I was asked not to return to.

9-24-17: Marijuana is filtering into my apartment several times a week. I write people following my circumstances to ask what to do about the situation.

The last week of September: My Pastor asks me not to return to his Church.